Hah! Of course he had noticed me! It's not like I was very hard to miss which, thank you, is not always a bad thing. After all, I am an incredibly social boy and thus, I want others to notice me so that they talk to me. Really, it's actually a good thing I was born sticking out like a sore thumb lest it be, I don't know, winter or something. Now, what was really surprisingly was that he spoke back to me. Yes, that's right - he spoke back to me in the language that mother said made me different from some others. Well! It had caught me off guard. I couldn't help but stare at him blinking slowly, my mouth agape before I frowned and huffed. Well played, stranger, but it was no use. Nobody could pretend to be my family! I was Ramiel, brother of Wren, son of Calista and Swallowbane and thus, related to the mountain. Of course, mother did have sisters or something but it's not like I'd ever met them or anything. As far as I was aware, I was just dealing with a rather decent mimic. Meryl the mimic. Well, that had a ring to it, right?

"Calista est mater mea," I called out, eyeing him suspiciously though internally, I swear I felt my heart sink. Surely he hadn't brought bad news with him! No, no, he didn't look nearly grim enough! Anybody who would dare to bring me bad news about my mother would damn well want to be crying, not looking so... so... normal! I huffed again, puffing my chest out in an effort to bury those bad thoughts for once and for all.

Luckily, I wasn't left their alone with the potential threat for long. I could hear them coming, though I didn't really know one of the voices. That was okay though, because she was with Daenerys! Daenerys was, quite possibly, my only friend in a time like this so of course I was excited, so excited in fact that I practically forgot about Meryl and jumped to face my grey auntie with my tail practically twirling around me. That didn't even get to last long though because the other girl started talking a lot. Ceal! Oh, wow. Okay, so my other auntie was here... well, that explained the russet of her fur, right? I'd always thought that had come from my mother's side but maybe not!

"Indeed, I am Ramiel!"

I burst forward, pivoting once more and diving towards Ceal before I struck a rather amazing pose if I did say so myself - legs straight and stiff, tail poised behind me and a toothy grin breaking up my features. Really, this was quite possibly the best distraction I could have asked for. We had a mimic, this Meryl, and now my two aunties. It made perfect sense for my aunties and I to be here, but not so much for the stranger. I would not quite let him close to either Ceal or Dany (even if Ceal did insist on getting up in his business) before I knew just why he had come. That, you see, was what being a pack wolf was all about! Protecting family.

"Dany, do you know why this Meryl boy is here? Does he have permission to touch Ceal or shall I, well, should I deal with him?"